Blessing.

Before the ground was addressed,
it was only dirt—
present, waiting,
without knowing for what.

We spoke over it.
Our words settled like dust.

Then the good word came,
and the earth rearranged.
What slept broke upward.
Fruit formed.
Meaning rose.

We bless with breath.
He blesses with being.

A good word is not approval.
It is naming.